Boys are dumb. Just like in general. They treat you like a queen when they are try to convince you to fuck them and then when you refuse (or give in) it’s like they turn into freaking ice. Maybe I am talking to the wrong types of guys. I don’t know. I just am not attractived to any guy right now - they are all such big turn offs.

But my dream boy…like wow. I literally do mean a dream boy too. It was from the dream last night. In my dream I was in a highschool class room and something happened [like a shooting I think] and everything was chaos. Then this girl [in reality she’s a girl from middle school that I havent seen in years] comes up to me and tells me I need to go to the hospital because dream boy [I don’t remember if she used a name for him] has been hurt and he says he wants to see me. So then BAM! I’m at the hospital and in the waiting room. He comes out in clutches and tells me he has to tell me something. 

I follow him to this bench where he takes out pieces of torn paper and reads me this poem [the only part I remember is ‘i even have your face on my lighter’ to which he hands me his lighter and sure enough my pic is on it]. It’s really weird because I’m sure I have never met this guy. He was tall 5′9 maybe, had long black hair that reached his shoulders but it was tied in a ponytail in my dream, he was tan but pale with grey/hazel eyes. Oh and he had a British accent! He could skateboard and he could play the guitar. Anyway after he read the poem I was speechless and he grinned, cupped my face in his hands, and leaned in to kiss me. It was crazy how I could really feel the kiss. It wasn’t like sexual or anything but had alot of passion. The impact of the kiss was so strong I jumped out of bed and that ended my dream. It sucked that I couldn’t jump back into the dream and I probably won’t dream anything like that again - at least not with that impact. But of course it would rock if I could find this dream boy out there somewhere. *sigh* Oh well.